Camille's POV Adrian's skin was hot enough to feel from the doorway. I crossed the room in three strides and found him worse than I'd left him — cheeks flushed dark red now, lips gone slightly dry and cracked, his small chest working hard and fast for air that didn't seem to be doing enough for him. His eyes were open but glassy, unfocused, sliding toward me and then away again like he couldn't quite hold onto where he was. Carolyn stood pressed against the headboard, sunglasses abandoned somewhere on the floor, her hand wrapped so tight around his wrist like she could hold his fever down by force of will alone. Tears streaked down through this morning's careful mischief, and she didn't wipe them away, like she'd forgotten crying was something you were supposed to hide. "He stopped talking," she said, voice cracking clean in half. "He was talking before and now he's not talking, Mommy, why isn't he talking—" Megan sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed, book closed for on
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